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[mend_and_defend]

1 Guardian + 1 large energy shake + 1 stack of Christmas catalogs = 1 entry post.

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[tyler_marlocke]

There! In one of the booths, preoccupied, one of his targets.

After backing up a few steps to get some running room... Tyler charges for an air-born tackle!

"Merry Christmas, Bob!"

[mend_and_defend]

The result is predictable.

"GAH!"

[tyler_marlocke]

Wipe your armor Bob. you've got sneaker prints on it again. Kids Size 7.

Tyler grins giggling. Enzo would be so proud to see this tradition continuing.

[mend_and_defend]

Damn, Bob's getting off his game without Enzo around.

"Uh... hi, Tyler. Mind getting off me?"

[skidrowseymour]

Seymour has neither changed his clothes, nor shaved, nor done anything related to hygiene for a while. All this shows.

He's not paying attention to where he's going - not paying attention enough to ignore the skin color of certain people. He slinks by Bob in order to ask Bar for some beer. And toast. Because he needs to eat, apparently.

[mend_and_defend]

Bob's eye, on the other hand, is immediately drawn to the ragged-looking man with the broken glasses.

"Seymour?"

[skidrowseymour]

Seymour can't help it - it's a conditioned reflex - he glances over to Bob at the sound of him name.

And blinks in surprise.

[mend_and_defend]

"Seymour, you look awful. What's going on?"